All Chapters of A Regret too Late: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

The atmosphere in the CEO's office at the Shaw Group branch was eerily quiet."…Got it. The client's already there? I'll be right over." Richard ended the call. His brows were slightly furrowed, his face set with unquestionable authority. At the same time, Eleanor was lazily flipping through a fashion magazine on the couch across from him when her phone rang as well. She answered in a playful, sweet tone. "Oh my, you're already here? You got here so fast, I haven't even touched up my makeup yet. Fine, fine, give me ten minutes. I'll be right over."As soon as their conversations ended, their eyes locked. An unspoken understanding passed between them."Richard, I have an appointment at the beauty salon. I'll be heading out." Eleanor stood and tidied her skirt."Sure." Richard nodded and picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. "I've got an important client to meet, too."The two of them made their excuses and then left the company separately.Richard sat

As soon as Maria's bow touched the strings and the first mournful note emerged, the noisy music hall became completely quiet.The music felt alive. At first, it was a thin stream, weaving through every heart. In moments, it swelled into a river, the melody turning fierce and forged with unbending strength.Maria played the strings with graceful and accurate movements. Within moments, she had the entire hall in the palm of her hand.At the judges' table, several world-class maestros known for their brutal standards found themselves leaning forward, faces open with admiration.One white-haired judge held his colleague's arm in excitement, whispering in a trembling voice only they could hear. "Listen to her vibrato! It used to be purely technique, but now every note is a story."Another judge nodded, his eyes full of reverence. "That's Linda, alright... My God, she's back. And... Even more skillful than seven years ago. This is no longer a competition, and she's been playing with her

Just as Eleanor was about to shove her way through the crowd and grab the man with the figure that looked like Richard's, a hand shot out from the side and grabbed her arm.She jerked back in shock and met Melvin's dark eyes."Have you lost your mind?" Melvin whispered urgently in her ear, his voice tight with anger and strain. "Don't act on impulse! Think about the bigger picture! If you rush over there now, everything we planned will be ruined. Not only will you not be able to get close to Maria, but you'll expose yourself completely too! Do you really want to throw everything away because of your pride?!"Melvin's tall figure blocked her view of that figure. He leaned in even closer, his tone turning cold and vicious. "Does what they say matter right now? What matters is that Maria will disappear from that stage forever very soon! When that happens, you'll be the only one left at Richard's side! You decide which ending you want!"Those tempting words finally calmed Eleanor's

Several hours ago…Eleanor's office.Eleanor stood before the mirror, slowly applying her lipstick. She glanced at the bookshelf, at the miniature listening device disguised as a decorative ornament from the corner of her eye. Her mouth turned into a cold, mocking smile.'Richard… Trent…. You arrogant men really think I wouldn't notice such a petty trick?' She picked up her phone and called Melvin, deliberately raising her voice so every word would carry clearly through the device."Change of plans, Melvin. Maria simply has too many guards around her, so targeting her directly is too risky. We'll change tactics. Once she enters her private backstage dressing room on the day of the competition, we'll use ether to knock her out and take her away through the fire escape..."She savored the thrill of playing her enemies in the palm of her hand. She knew Richard and Maria would believe this and flood the backstage area with security.Her real move had already been arranged, silently

In the hallway outside the VIP ward, the air was extremely heavy.Willow was grabbing Richard's collar, pinning the latter against the cold wall. He didn't shout, and his voice was low. Every word he said was forced out through his gritted teeth and loaded with raw anger and grief. "Richard, aren't you the capable one? Didn't you promise me that everything was under control? So, what the hell is this? You still let my sister walk straight into something so dangerous!"Richard didn't fight back, letting Willow hold him there. He shut his eyes in pain; the face that was always so calm was now filled with unspeakable guilt and helplessness. He lowered his head and said hoarsely, "...I'm sorry, Willow. It's my fault. I'm useless..."He was playing his role as a man crushed by a disastrous flaw in his plan to perfection. Out of the corner of his eye, he flicked a glance toward the far end of the corridor. He made sure that the scene looked real from every angle, adjusting every chang